Versatile Mage: One innate talent for each system

With just a gentle flick, Wen Tai's past was suddenly stirred up into a monstrous wave.

A faint cracking sound came from the depths of my mind, as if countless dusty glass cups were collapsing at the same time.

A flood of unfamiliar memories rushed into Wen Tai's mind like a burst dam.

He once knelt in the cold hall, looking up at the Dark King who sat high on the throne.

He once wielded his sword to behead a monarch on a bloody battlefield.

He was once bestowed with dark-patterned armor by the Dark King.
These memories, as vivid as yesterday, gradually take over Wen Tai's past as the Dark King.

At the same time, his Dark Lord power was fading at a visible rate.

That power seemed to have a self-awareness, slowly overflowing from his fingertips and pores, and reforming into a blurry figure beside him.

This is the outline of the original Dark King.

The timeline has been completely rewritten.

He never seized the power of the Dark King, nor did he ever ascend that supreme throne.

In this new timeline, he was merely a highly decorated general under the Dark King, not even an emperor.

“What happened to me…” Wen Tai opened his mouth to say something, but the memories in his mind were still changing at a crazy speed.

The memories belonging to the Dark King are being forcibly stripped away. If this continues, he may completely forget even the smallest details of the original timeline.

"Stop! Stop it!"

Wen Tai roared with all his might, his voice filled with fear and resentment.

"hehe."

The only response he received was a light, fleeting laugh.

Wen Tai stared intently at the power draining from his body.

He suddenly reached out, trying to draw that power back into his body, but the power seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier, and no matter how he tried, it wouldn't budge.

This is an irresistible force, like an ant trying to shake a towering tree, only to watch in vain as everything that belongs to it is gradually taken away.

A certain moment.

Wen Tai's gaze suddenly became unfocused, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"What am I doing?" he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed as if he were pondering an extremely complex problem.

All memories belonging to the original timeline have been completely dissipated in the torrent of consciousness.

"Wen Tai, who is he?"

A deep and majestic voice sounded from his side. The Dark King, whose power should have been stolen by Wen Tai, slowly opened his eyes. His scarlet pupils fell on Jiang Yuan with scrutiny and vigilance.

Wen Tai, who had become a general of the Dark Army, turned his head and followed the Dark King's gaze to look at Jiang Yuan. He shook his head, his tone tinged with confusion: "This subordinate does not know."

Jiang Yuan looked at the scene before him with no expression on his face, and simply said, "I'm sorry, I brought you back to life."

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand.

In an instant, a streak of light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, shot out from his fingertip and pierced through the Dark King's body.

The Dark King, who had just awakened, didn't even have time to scream before his body rapidly disintegrated like melting ice and snow, turning into countless black specks of light.

These points of light hovered in the air for a moment before finally coalescing into a black sphere whose shape was constantly changing. It contained the most primal power and dark authority, and quietly floated in Jiang Yuan's palm.

All of this happened so fast that Wen Tai didn't even have time to react.

The Dark King, who was speaking just a second ago, became a ball of energy in Jiang Yuan's hand the next second.

This mind-blowing scene left him completely blank, standing frozen in place, even forgetting to breathe.

Jiang Yuan glanced at him, flicked his finger, and a stream of light shot into Wen Tai's brow.

"Alright, I'll return your memories to you. As for your power, don't even think about it," Jiang Yuan said.

Memories flooded back into Wen Tai's mind like a tidal wave. Those stripped-away past events belonging to the Dark King, the glories and carnage he had personally experienced, all surfaced clearly at this moment.

Wen Tai froze on the spot, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his blood seemed to freeze at that moment.

He never imagined that his life could be rewritten so easily.

Time is something that even the roof of the world can only look up to; it is one of the most mysterious and elusive laws.

But this seemingly ordinary figure can manipulate the timeline like playing chess pieces, playing with the past, present, and future of all living beings at will.

This power was beyond his comprehension, beyond even his imagination.

Being alive is already an immense stroke of luck.

Wen Tai lowered his head, looking at his empty palms. The greed and obsession he once had for the power of the Dark King had long since vanished, leaving only a deep-seated awe and fear.

He dared not think about it anymore, and he didn't even have the courage to look up and look directly at the source of the river.

Jiang Yuan didn't say anything more.

For him, sparing Wen Tai's life was the greatest act of mercy.

Wen Tai's future fate is nothing more than to live and die on his own in the dark dimension.

Oh, by the way, there won't be any more Dark Dimensions in the future.

There will only be the underworld, which symbolizes darkness, death, shadows, curses, and all other negative things!

"Whoo~"

A gentle breeze blew by. Jiang Yuan's figure had vanished without a trace, as if he had never been there at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Tai slowly raised his head, staring blankly in the direction where Jiang Yuan had disappeared.

After a long while, he finally managed to recover from the awe-inspiring scene he had just witnessed. His lips trembled, uttering barely audible words: "This is the true god, supreme and omnipotent."

Previously, people habitually referred to emperor-level beings as gods, and sometimes even monarch-level beings could enjoy such a title.

But now it seems utterly ridiculous.

What are emperors compared to true power?
They are nothing more than playthings in one's hands and ants at one's feet.

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After leaving the Dark Dimension, Jiang Yuan did not immediately head to the Holy Land of Light.

He returned to the underworld.

The Shadow Realm is still in the process of merging, at a pace that is neither fast nor slow.

So he plans to speed up the process.

Then, the entire Dark Dimension must be integrated into the Underworld, making it a part of the Underworld.

This is precisely what time excels at.

If successful, the grandeur of the underworld will be unimaginable!

Jiang Yuan sat enthroned on the throne of the underworld.

His gaze swept over the shadow plane that was slowly merging.

Seeing this, he stretched out his hand, and faint lines of time flowed from his fingertips.

This is not a brutal process of ripening, but rather a gentle manipulation of the very essence of shadow, guided by time.

As if drawn by an invisible force, the Shadow Dimension and the Underworld began to intertwine and collide at an accelerated pace.

…………………(End of this chapter)